My brother and his finacée invited me to accompany them tonight as they returned and exchanged some of the loot they'd received at the shower yesterday. Little did I know what an adventure this would turn out to be.
First stop: Babies R Us
There were a few articles that they had received in duplicate, so they chose to return one and use the money to pick up some other needed accessories, like a change table pad, and of course a few of the sheets to cover it. First problem ... no sheets could be found (at least right away) to cover the pad they had chosen. Luckily another kind lady passed by (a total stranger to us) who overhead the conversation and then volunteered to help saying, 'When my child was born, I bought that pad too and I found that the oversized sheets were the best'. The search then ensued for the illusive sheets, which we eventually found, thanks to the generosity of a stranger who'd been there and was only too willing to help.
Of course since 'uncle' was with them, the shopping continued until the bumper pads and other linens for their new cradle had been decided upon and purchased. Then it was off to the next stop on the adventure. By the time the evening jaunt was over, we had stopped in at Sears, the Bay and Zellers, all the while returning some of the merchandise and sizing up other possibilities.
This was a rare and precious occasion for me to spend time with the expectant parents, a time to see the world through their eyes, and to join in the exitement of preparing for the new little one who will soon be among us. I don't get that opportunity too often, so it's all the more to be savored and cherished.
'Babies can be so expensive,' one of them quipped. True, but love that is freely given never has a price. In fact it's simply priceless.
Monday, August 31, 2009
When you come home
There's a saying bantered about by my brothers and me that when 'the prodigal son comes home, our parents kill the fatted calf'.
Today was a rare treat: time for me to relax at home and to spend some time with family. As is normally the case, mom and I began in the kitchen, preparing the salt fish and bakes (isn't it funny how some people eat to live and others live to eat?). This time around, we did twice the amount of fish and a single recipe of the bakes, but that's ok, because we can always stuff the bakes with more protein.
It wasn't long after breakfast dishes were cleaned up that we were already discussing lunch - dim sum of course. The restaurant is well known to us, and we're realtively well known to the proprietors and even to one or two of the ladies who push the carts, laden with their wares. This is just as much a social gathering, and time to visit with family and-or friends as it is a time to have lunch.
The lunch ritual complete, we were off and running in search of ox tails, yet another Caribbean delicacy, which dad then turned into a scrumptious stew, served with boiled rice and fried plantain on the side.
No wonder I said somewhat puzzled after all this gastronomy that I felt as though I'd gained at least a pound or two ... but then again that's just what you do when you go home to a house like ours. Eating is central to all that we do. The kitchen table is the place where the stories get told, where the visiting happens, and where we tend to learn the most about the goings and comings of our respective lives. If you're not at our table, you run the risk of being left out, or of being the proverbial last to know.
Oh, don't worry, we did other things too today, but that's the stuff of another post.
Today was a rare treat: time for me to relax at home and to spend some time with family. As is normally the case, mom and I began in the kitchen, preparing the salt fish and bakes (isn't it funny how some people eat to live and others live to eat?). This time around, we did twice the amount of fish and a single recipe of the bakes, but that's ok, because we can always stuff the bakes with more protein.
It wasn't long after breakfast dishes were cleaned up that we were already discussing lunch - dim sum of course. The restaurant is well known to us, and we're realtively well known to the proprietors and even to one or two of the ladies who push the carts, laden with their wares. This is just as much a social gathering, and time to visit with family and-or friends as it is a time to have lunch.
The lunch ritual complete, we were off and running in search of ox tails, yet another Caribbean delicacy, which dad then turned into a scrumptious stew, served with boiled rice and fried plantain on the side.
No wonder I said somewhat puzzled after all this gastronomy that I felt as though I'd gained at least a pound or two ... but then again that's just what you do when you go home to a house like ours. Eating is central to all that we do. The kitchen table is the place where the stories get told, where the visiting happens, and where we tend to learn the most about the goings and comings of our respective lives. If you're not at our table, you run the risk of being left out, or of being the proverbial last to know.
Oh, don't worry, we did other things too today, but that's the stuff of another post.
Let the games begin
Walk through the door and enter a whole new world.
It wasn't but seconds after I made my way through the front door before I met the first person, who I hadn't seen for quite some time, and then there was another, and another .... Before I even realized it, someone had put a sticky name tag on my chest, and pinned the smallest clothes pin to my lapel. Somehow I remember a voice whispering, 'Don't say the word or you will loose this'.
The guests of honor were sitting together at the bottom of the stairs, looking somewhat lost in the midst of the fray, but happy nonetheless to see all these family members and friends. Hugs all around and stories flowed: the kind of conversation you have when you haven't seen someone for a very long time, and need to get caught up about the significant happenings in life; and the kind of conversation you have when you meet people for the very first time.
Yes, there were first-time meetings too on this day. Mary had met all the rest of our family, except for me, but it wasn't long before we were talking with ease about the guests of honor and about many other things.
I'm told that there were about 45 people present for this extravaganza called a *ehem* an expectant parents' shower (can't use THAT word you know, or I might lose the pin that clings to my lapel).
I'm one of the lucky ones, just able to show up for the party, but there were lots of people who did lots of planning and organizing for this day: all the balloons and decorations, including the improvised infant rattle that was placed behind the chairs where the guests of honor would sit to open their gifts; someone delegated all the different food dishes so that no one had to do too much cooking; someone else had to make sure that all the appetizers were warmed, served and kept replenished until they ran out; someone had to make sure the games that kept popping up as the day went on, were kept moving; someone had to do all the set ups and striking of the set; and someone had to keep and eye out just to see that all things were running smoothly. Whew, I'm tired just thinking about it.
Like any social gathering that's well organized and lots of fun, most of us paid little or no attention to all these details once the festivities began. We preferred rather to pay attention to one another, to enjoy one another's company and the conversations that flowed increasingly easily as the day wore on.
Then came the time for opening all the gifts. In truth, I think that the guests of honor were amazed at the proclivity of gift bags that were placed before them. They even quipped that someone should open a gift bag rental business. 'They'd make a fortune'! As the bags were slowly emptied, each gift and its giver were dutifully recorded, for posterity's sake, and many a photograph was taken so that this moment can be remembered along with all the other moments of surprise and wonder that are part of this waiting period for the very first grandchild.
If the love and joy present at this gathering are any indication, this child will be just fine. There is a strong commitment to faith behind all that she will ever see and experience. There is a warm sense of welcome for friends and strangers alike (the latter of these two soon become the former), and there's always lots of laughter, and abundance of hugs, just the right amount of tears and of course more than enough food for body and soul.
It wasn't but seconds after I made my way through the front door before I met the first person, who I hadn't seen for quite some time, and then there was another, and another .... Before I even realized it, someone had put a sticky name tag on my chest, and pinned the smallest clothes pin to my lapel. Somehow I remember a voice whispering, 'Don't say the word or you will loose this'.
The guests of honor were sitting together at the bottom of the stairs, looking somewhat lost in the midst of the fray, but happy nonetheless to see all these family members and friends. Hugs all around and stories flowed: the kind of conversation you have when you haven't seen someone for a very long time, and need to get caught up about the significant happenings in life; and the kind of conversation you have when you meet people for the very first time.
Yes, there were first-time meetings too on this day. Mary had met all the rest of our family, except for me, but it wasn't long before we were talking with ease about the guests of honor and about many other things.
I'm told that there were about 45 people present for this extravaganza called a *ehem* an expectant parents' shower (can't use THAT word you know, or I might lose the pin that clings to my lapel).
I'm one of the lucky ones, just able to show up for the party, but there were lots of people who did lots of planning and organizing for this day: all the balloons and decorations, including the improvised infant rattle that was placed behind the chairs where the guests of honor would sit to open their gifts; someone delegated all the different food dishes so that no one had to do too much cooking; someone else had to make sure that all the appetizers were warmed, served and kept replenished until they ran out; someone had to make sure the games that kept popping up as the day went on, were kept moving; someone had to do all the set ups and striking of the set; and someone had to keep and eye out just to see that all things were running smoothly. Whew, I'm tired just thinking about it.
Like any social gathering that's well organized and lots of fun, most of us paid little or no attention to all these details once the festivities began. We preferred rather to pay attention to one another, to enjoy one another's company and the conversations that flowed increasingly easily as the day wore on.
Then came the time for opening all the gifts. In truth, I think that the guests of honor were amazed at the proclivity of gift bags that were placed before them. They even quipped that someone should open a gift bag rental business. 'They'd make a fortune'! As the bags were slowly emptied, each gift and its giver were dutifully recorded, for posterity's sake, and many a photograph was taken so that this moment can be remembered along with all the other moments of surprise and wonder that are part of this waiting period for the very first grandchild.
If the love and joy present at this gathering are any indication, this child will be just fine. There is a strong commitment to faith behind all that she will ever see and experience. There is a warm sense of welcome for friends and strangers alike (the latter of these two soon become the former), and there's always lots of laughter, and abundance of hugs, just the right amount of tears and of course more than enough food for body and soul.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Cinematographic gastronomy
Ok, before I go too far with the word play, let me tell you about an absolutely delightful film which I finally managed to see tonight.
A few weeks ago, Julie & Julia opened in cinemas across this part of the world, and thanks to the publicity, including trailers, I knew even before this film hit the box office that I needed to see it. A mixture of drama that will make you cry ... or almost ... and moments of gut-wrenching laughter, this movie is as much a feast for the eyes as the food prepared within its frames is a feast for the body.
The first time a film of this nature captured my imagination, the title was Babette's Feast, a foreign-language adventure in gastronomic delights introduced to a crowd who would scarcely know the difference between basil and balsamic, and this newest entry on the scene is yet another joy to behold.
Julie & Julia is masterfully crafted, the true stories of two women of our time, both of whom struggled to find their neiche, but both of whom eventually found the source of their own personal fulfilment. In both cases, they were supported by loving husbands, who wanted nothing more than to see them succeed.
Isn't that the key to life? Find a passion and believe in yourself. The rest will fall in place.
A few weeks ago, Julie & Julia opened in cinemas across this part of the world, and thanks to the publicity, including trailers, I knew even before this film hit the box office that I needed to see it. A mixture of drama that will make you cry ... or almost ... and moments of gut-wrenching laughter, this movie is as much a feast for the eyes as the food prepared within its frames is a feast for the body.
The first time a film of this nature captured my imagination, the title was Babette's Feast, a foreign-language adventure in gastronomic delights introduced to a crowd who would scarcely know the difference between basil and balsamic, and this newest entry on the scene is yet another joy to behold.
Julie & Julia is masterfully crafted, the true stories of two women of our time, both of whom struggled to find their neiche, but both of whom eventually found the source of their own personal fulfilment. In both cases, they were supported by loving husbands, who wanted nothing more than to see them succeed.
Isn't that the key to life? Find a passion and believe in yourself. The rest will fall in place.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
When the lion sleeps
On Wednesday of this week, the world learned that Senator Theodore Kennedy, the patriarch of the famous American family, had finally ended his earthly journey. The days that have followed have seen thousands of people, rich and poor, take their moments, some short and some not so short, to say goodbye.
After days of public viewing, and nights of tributes and speeches from Senate collegues, and family members alike, the Mass of Christian Burial is finally coming to a close as these words of reflection are being written.
It's not often that someone's funeral is broadcast for the entire nation to see, or that so many people are invited, from near or far, to be present in body and spirit for the liturgical action of commending a loved one to the mercy of God. But then again, it's not often these days that we have such a public figure who lives so committedly, and for so long, the values and virtues of love, compassion and faith as Ted Kennedy has done, in such a public way, for the past five decades or so.
As so many have said today, and in days leading to this moment, behind the public figure, known to some as the lion of the US Senate, and to others as 'le grand fromage', there was always the private person who sought only to be of service to his fellow citizens, to live out the values of the gospel, to comfort those who mourn, to find justice for those who had been wronged and to celebrate joyfully the happy moments of life, while acknowledging the truth of bitter moments as well, always with the assurance of faith to guide and comfort.
This is the life that we are all called to live. From the moment of our birth in this world, from the day of our baptism, the spiritual birth that begins our life of faith, whether for a few years, decades or more, we can only strive to live justly, to love tenderly and to walk humbly with our God (cf Micah 6:4).
This is what Ted Kennedy did, this is what all disciples do, this is the way that we win our heaven, so that when at last we sleep in peace and rest from our labours, there is a place that awaits us in the Father's house, and the angels will take us to paradise.
After days of public viewing, and nights of tributes and speeches from Senate collegues, and family members alike, the Mass of Christian Burial is finally coming to a close as these words of reflection are being written.
It's not often that someone's funeral is broadcast for the entire nation to see, or that so many people are invited, from near or far, to be present in body and spirit for the liturgical action of commending a loved one to the mercy of God. But then again, it's not often these days that we have such a public figure who lives so committedly, and for so long, the values and virtues of love, compassion and faith as Ted Kennedy has done, in such a public way, for the past five decades or so.
As so many have said today, and in days leading to this moment, behind the public figure, known to some as the lion of the US Senate, and to others as 'le grand fromage', there was always the private person who sought only to be of service to his fellow citizens, to live out the values of the gospel, to comfort those who mourn, to find justice for those who had been wronged and to celebrate joyfully the happy moments of life, while acknowledging the truth of bitter moments as well, always with the assurance of faith to guide and comfort.
This is the life that we are all called to live. From the moment of our birth in this world, from the day of our baptism, the spiritual birth that begins our life of faith, whether for a few years, decades or more, we can only strive to live justly, to love tenderly and to walk humbly with our God (cf Micah 6:4).
This is what Ted Kennedy did, this is what all disciples do, this is the way that we win our heaven, so that when at last we sleep in peace and rest from our labours, there is a place that awaits us in the Father's house, and the angels will take us to paradise.
Friday, August 28, 2009
The results are in
At 18:30 local time in Zurich today, there was yet another competition held on the track. This time, the (women's) 100m Hurdles competitors were gathered for the Weltklasse Zurich competiton, part of the Golden League series.
When it was all over and done with, the standings for this race looked like this:
- Brigitte Foster-Hilton (JAM-12.46)
- Dawn Harper (USA-12.48)
- Perdita Felicien (CAN-12.61)
- Delloreen Ennis-London (JAM-12.62)
- Virginia Powell (USA-12.70)
- Priscilla Lopes-Schleep (CAN-12.70)
- Derval O'Rourke (IRL-12.97)
- Lolo Jones (USA-13.06)
- Carolin Nytra (GER-13.14)
According to the information posted on CBC's website, they were supposed to be streaming the race live on the site, but try as I might, I couldn't find the link, so unfortunately, there's no video to be shared ... at the moment.
CBC is listing a showtime for tomorrow, streaming at 13:50 EDT and on CBC Television at 14:00 EST.
Just a minute
It only took a moment, and she was so happy.
A few days ago, I heard that he had fallen in his garden, and injured his hip. Falling is dangerous for any of us, but it can be detrimental to the elderly, and so for him (he's 90 years old as of the end of last month), this could have been catastrophic. To hear it told by his loving wife though, he's doing very well. She visits with him every day, and he's making progress slowly but surely.
In reality, he had a hip replacement last weekend, as a result of this fall ... and this was the second hip replacement he's had ... on the same hip. Physical health is truly a blessing, one that we don't tend to pay attention to until it's gone, either temporarily or permanently, but loss of our health can also lead us to a different appreciation for life, for the gift of friendship, and for the power of prayer.
She was so delighted to hear from me, even just for a few moments this morning, that I'm sure I've made her day. She'll go to visit with him later today, and she'll tell him that I've called, asking about him, and assuring them both that I'm united with them in prayer for his return to health.
It only takes a moment, but small gestures like this mean so much.
A few days ago, I heard that he had fallen in his garden, and injured his hip. Falling is dangerous for any of us, but it can be detrimental to the elderly, and so for him (he's 90 years old as of the end of last month), this could have been catastrophic. To hear it told by his loving wife though, he's doing very well. She visits with him every day, and he's making progress slowly but surely.
In reality, he had a hip replacement last weekend, as a result of this fall ... and this was the second hip replacement he's had ... on the same hip. Physical health is truly a blessing, one that we don't tend to pay attention to until it's gone, either temporarily or permanently, but loss of our health can also lead us to a different appreciation for life, for the gift of friendship, and for the power of prayer.
She was so delighted to hear from me, even just for a few moments this morning, that I'm sure I've made her day. She'll go to visit with him later today, and she'll tell him that I've called, asking about him, and assuring them both that I'm united with them in prayer for his return to health.
It only takes a moment, but small gestures like this mean so much.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
A mother's love
Today the Church celebrates the Memorial of Saint Monica the mother of Saint Augustine of Hippo.
Today is a day when the liturgy invites us to reflect on the power of love and the value of prayer. Who better to model for us the latter of these two than this Algerian woman who must have known only too well what it was like to worry about the fate of her son, and to live in hope of the day when he would finally find the true reason for his life.
Somehow today, in the midst of my musings and meditations, I was taken with Saint Monica especially because of the value of her motherly love and concern for her children.
Even today, parents can identify only too easily with Saint Monica, as they watch their children fall away from the visible ways of faith, choosing rather to follow the winds of modern-day life, sometimes in the name of modernity and 'keeping up' with the societal demands of the day. Monica is an example of hope in the midst of deepest despair, and a source of hope for parents today because she was able to continue praying for her son's conversion even despite many other tides of temptation.
The love of a mother was able to continue in hope then, and the love of parents can and does continue today. As for those who still seek, what better place to find the source of inspiration than the faith and prayer of parents who never give up on their loved ones, especially their children?
Today is a day when the liturgy invites us to reflect on the power of love and the value of prayer. Who better to model for us the latter of these two than this Algerian woman who must have known only too well what it was like to worry about the fate of her son, and to live in hope of the day when he would finally find the true reason for his life.
Somehow today, in the midst of my musings and meditations, I was taken with Saint Monica especially because of the value of her motherly love and concern for her children.
Even today, parents can identify only too easily with Saint Monica, as they watch their children fall away from the visible ways of faith, choosing rather to follow the winds of modern-day life, sometimes in the name of modernity and 'keeping up' with the societal demands of the day. Monica is an example of hope in the midst of deepest despair, and a source of hope for parents today because she was able to continue praying for her son's conversion even despite many other tides of temptation.
The love of a mother was able to continue in hope then, and the love of parents can and does continue today. As for those who still seek, what better place to find the source of inspiration than the faith and prayer of parents who never give up on their loved ones, especially their children?
On to Zurich
Now that the 2009 World Track and Field competitions are complete, the tour continues. Moving away from Berlin, Priscilla has now moved on to Switzerland, and will take part in the next of the Golden League competitions: the Weltklasse Zurich which will take place on Friday, August 28, 2009.
Details about this competition, including webcasts of the happenings in Switzerland will be visible later today.
Coverage of the races will be carried on CBC's webpage tomorrow, Friday, August 28 and on Saturday, August 29 at 13:50 CN Tower time. The races will also be shown on the CBC Television network at 14:00 CN Tower time on Saturday.
Details about this competition, including webcasts of the happenings in Switzerland will be visible later today.
Coverage of the races will be carried on CBC's webpage tomorrow, Friday, August 28 and on Saturday, August 29 at 13:50 CN Tower time. The races will also be shown on the CBC Television network at 14:00 CN Tower time on Saturday.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Words not needed
On Saturday of this past week I prepared dinner for some friends. On the menu, a curry with some Indian flatbreads known as Roti. It's been a while since I've made these wonderful folded treats, so I went looking for the recipe. What I found was a piece of paper with a phone number written across the top, and a list of ingredients. That's it.
Nowhere on the paper were there any instructions about how the ingredients should be put together. There was no indication about what I should expect in terms of what it would look or feel like. The only indication that it was indeed the recipe I was looking for was the phone number at the top of the sheet.
I have a pretty good memory for phone numbers, so it wasn't long before I remembered that this number was assigned to Aunty Mina. This is the phone number that she had for so many years since she lived in the same apartment, and never moved for as long as I've known - ever since she had moved to this country. Aunty Mina was the master baker who shared her recipes with just enough of us to make sure that the traditions would be continued; I think there are about three or four of us who have this particular recipe.
Strangely enough, there was a period of a couple of months not so long ago when I wasn't sure what this recipe was for, and I actually came close to thinking it was something entirely different. Luckily the truth about these few lines, scribbled on a scrap of paper probably as I was on a phone somewhere, came to light just in time for these delicious flat breads to come to life again.
Aside from the list of ingredients, the only instruction is DO NOT KNEAD, complete with the appropriate emphasis. Thankfully, because I've had the opportunity to make them before, I know how to do it, and don't have to guess about how to put them together. If it was anyone else - someone perhaps who had no idea what roti are, or someone who has never had the pleasure of making them, the few words on this sheet of paper would appear only as meaningless drivel. Instead, in the right hands, they convey not only the essentials about a recipe, but memories about the love that was invested every time Aunty Mina found herself in the kitchen, preparing some feast or other for those she loved the most.
And of course, every time we continue these traditions, there's a part of ourselves that is invested in the recipe, shared with family and friends of our own.
Nowhere on the paper were there any instructions about how the ingredients should be put together. There was no indication about what I should expect in terms of what it would look or feel like. The only indication that it was indeed the recipe I was looking for was the phone number at the top of the sheet.
I have a pretty good memory for phone numbers, so it wasn't long before I remembered that this number was assigned to Aunty Mina. This is the phone number that she had for so many years since she lived in the same apartment, and never moved for as long as I've known - ever since she had moved to this country. Aunty Mina was the master baker who shared her recipes with just enough of us to make sure that the traditions would be continued; I think there are about three or four of us who have this particular recipe.
Strangely enough, there was a period of a couple of months not so long ago when I wasn't sure what this recipe was for, and I actually came close to thinking it was something entirely different. Luckily the truth about these few lines, scribbled on a scrap of paper probably as I was on a phone somewhere, came to light just in time for these delicious flat breads to come to life again.
Aside from the list of ingredients, the only instruction is DO NOT KNEAD, complete with the appropriate emphasis. Thankfully, because I've had the opportunity to make them before, I know how to do it, and don't have to guess about how to put them together. If it was anyone else - someone perhaps who had no idea what roti are, or someone who has never had the pleasure of making them, the few words on this sheet of paper would appear only as meaningless drivel. Instead, in the right hands, they convey not only the essentials about a recipe, but memories about the love that was invested every time Aunty Mina found herself in the kitchen, preparing some feast or other for those she loved the most.
And of course, every time we continue these traditions, there's a part of ourselves that is invested in the recipe, shared with family and friends of our own.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Blowin' in the wind
As many of us were sitting down to supper tonight, there was a storm a'brewing in parts of Southern Ontario.
It hasn't yet been confirmed by the powers that be, but the news of the day is that there was at least one tornado flashing across the Greater Toronto Area this evening. According to at least one reporter who spoke to personalities at CTV Newsnet, there was one driver travelling along Rutherford Road in the Vaughn area who was manouvering the road one minute and then flying in a somewhat Wizard of Oz manner the next. By the time the car came back to earth, all the glass was broken and the driver had a look of shock on her face.
Local communicatons were broadcasting warnings for residents to find shelter, to move to protected areas if at all possible, and now that the tornado has moved on to parts east of the GTA, there will be lots of cleanup to be done. Most of the residents appear to be well; there is however one reported fatality near the town of Owen Sound due to the sudden weather change.
In the path of such potentially destructive forces, we should be thankful that there have not (so far) been more injuries. Material things can be restored, but life is irreplacable.
It hasn't yet been confirmed by the powers that be, but the news of the day is that there was at least one tornado flashing across the Greater Toronto Area this evening. According to at least one reporter who spoke to personalities at CTV Newsnet, there was one driver travelling along Rutherford Road in the Vaughn area who was manouvering the road one minute and then flying in a somewhat Wizard of Oz manner the next. By the time the car came back to earth, all the glass was broken and the driver had a look of shock on her face.
Local communicatons were broadcasting warnings for residents to find shelter, to move to protected areas if at all possible, and now that the tornado has moved on to parts east of the GTA, there will be lots of cleanup to be done. Most of the residents appear to be well; there is however one reported fatality near the town of Owen Sound due to the sudden weather change.
In the path of such potentially destructive forces, we should be thankful that there have not (so far) been more injuries. Material things can be restored, but life is irreplacable.
A great year ... and it's not over yet
This just in from the press office. Priscilla has officially made top rankings in the World. Here's the take from her official publicist:
The 2008 Olympic Bronze Medalist, Priscilla Lopes-Schliep improved her medal to a Silver yesterday at the IAAF World Championships in Berlin, Germany. In doing so, Lopes-Schliep advances from 3rd to 1st in the latest IAAF World Rankings that were released late last night. Lopes-Schliep has been having a great season and her world ranking reflects not only her hard work but also her consistency on the tour this season.
Heading into 2009, her personal best was 12.61, and she quickly made statements with an early season win at the Super Grand Prix of Doha in a time of 12.52. She later followed up with repeat performances in Monaco where she ran 12.54, Stockholm 12.53 and 12.51 (her new personal best).
Lopes-Schliep later headed to training camp with her personal coach Anthony, and husband Bronsen by her side for a 2 week period, and put it together when it counted at World Championships running 12.57/12.60 and 12.54 in the final to capture the lone Silver Medal for Canada to date.
She will finish off the season strong with confirmed races leading up to the World Athletic Tour Final with plans of establishing a new personal best and Canadian Record. We are currently in negotiations with a few other meets and will update her schedule once confirmed.
1)Priscilla Lopes-Schiep 1361 points
2)Brigitte Foster Hylton 1361 points
3)Dawn Harper 1346 points
World Athletic Tour Standings
1)Priscilla Lopes-Schliep 84 points
2)Sally Mcllelan 82 points
3)Damu Chery 72 points
The 2008 Olympic Bronze Medalist, Priscilla Lopes-Schliep improved her medal to a Silver yesterday at the IAAF World Championships in Berlin, Germany. In doing so, Lopes-Schliep advances from 3rd to 1st in the latest IAAF World Rankings that were released late last night. Lopes-Schliep has been having a great season and her world ranking reflects not only her hard work but also her consistency on the tour this season.
Heading into 2009, her personal best was 12.61, and she quickly made statements with an early season win at the Super Grand Prix of Doha in a time of 12.52. She later followed up with repeat performances in Monaco where she ran 12.54, Stockholm 12.53 and 12.51 (her new personal best).
Lopes-Schliep later headed to training camp with her personal coach Anthony, and husband Bronsen by her side for a 2 week period, and put it together when it counted at World Championships running 12.57/12.60 and 12.54 in the final to capture the lone Silver Medal for Canada to date.
She will finish off the season strong with confirmed races leading up to the World Athletic Tour Final with plans of establishing a new personal best and Canadian Record. We are currently in negotiations with a few other meets and will update her schedule once confirmed.
- Aug 28th Zurich Golden League
- Sep 4th Brussels Golden League
- Sep 13th World Athletics
1)Priscilla Lopes-Schiep 1361 points
2)Brigitte Foster Hylton 1361 points
3)Dawn Harper 1346 points
World Athletic Tour Standings
1)Priscilla Lopes-Schliep 84 points
2)Sally Mcllelan 82 points
3)Damu Chery 72 points
Pundits
To my great surprise, the articles about yesterday's 100m Women's Hurdles race at the World Track and Field competitions had only just been posted, and already there were more than 40 comments posted along with them.
As I took a moment to scan through some of them, I noticed that there was a wide range of bouquets and brick bats all being slung into cyberspace. Some of the phrasing was absolutely unbelievable, but then again, when there's a comment section open (such as there is on this blog), I suppose the writers have to be prepared for almost anything.
In a rare response to the criticisms, Randy Starkman posted a rebuttal in his own Olympic blog which might either add more fuel to the fire, or quell some of the growing storm. In any case, it will all become more grist for the mill, and makes for interesting reading for the rest of us.
As I took a moment to scan through some of them, I noticed that there was a wide range of bouquets and brick bats all being slung into cyberspace. Some of the phrasing was absolutely unbelievable, but then again, when there's a comment section open (such as there is on this blog), I suppose the writers have to be prepared for almost anything.
In a rare response to the criticisms, Randy Starkman posted a rebuttal in his own Olympic blog which might either add more fuel to the fire, or quell some of the growing storm. In any case, it will all become more grist for the mill, and makes for interesting reading for the rest of us.
Burning up the track
While I was out for a walk in the setting sun last night, something very different was unfolding across the country. News of Priscilla's silver medal run in Berlin was flashing across the country with speed that she's becoming more and more used to in the past few years.
Those who couldn't watch the race live caught glimpses of it on the evening news, or heard about it on the late news just before pulling up the covers. Along with the extensive coverage provided by cbc.ca, articles have appeared in various print media across the country:
Those who couldn't watch the race live caught glimpses of it on the evening news, or heard about it on the late news just before pulling up the covers. Along with the extensive coverage provided by cbc.ca, articles have appeared in various print media across the country:
- Allan Maki wrote Lopes-Shleep keeps her focus all the way to silver for the Globe and Mail;
- Rob Longley of Sun Media wrote Priscilla just getting started;
- Randy Starkman wrote Canadian shakes off drug test ..., for The Toronto Star;
- Eric Koreen of the Canwest News Service wrote Silver for hurdler Lopes-Shleep for the Ottawa Citizen;
- and closer to home, NEWSduhamregion.com has posted news about what Priscilla likes to eat after she's finished the race and telling everyone that Whitby's proud of her
Priscilla, we are all very proud of you. Congratulations!
Coverage of the 2009 World Track and Field competitions until August 23, 2009.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
When fractions of seconds count
There was yet another photo finish today, and the results speak for themselves. The difference between first place and third was only .03 seconds!
In the end, Brigitte Foster-Hylton (JAM) squeeked out just ahead of the pack (12.51) followed by Priscilla Lopes-Schleep (CAN 12:54) and Delloreen Ennis-London (JAM 12.55) who took the other medals. Perdita Felicien unfortuately met with difficulty very early in the race and placed 8th with a time of 15:53.
Articles are already flying out of the press room at CBC, including a whole bunch of reactions. How do they do this so quickly?
In the end, Brigitte Foster-Hylton (JAM) squeeked out just ahead of the pack (12.51) followed by Priscilla Lopes-Schleep (CAN 12:54) and Delloreen Ennis-London (JAM 12.55) who took the other medals. Perdita Felicien unfortuately met with difficulty very early in the race and placed 8th with a time of 15:53.
Articles are already flying out of the press room at CBC, including a whole bunch of reactions. How do they do this so quickly?
Coverage
Apart from the live feeds of the races and competitions today, articles have appeared in various places:
- Lopes-Schleep, Felicien reach hurdles final (Courtesy of CBCSports.ca); and
- Durham Duo on track for Worlds podium (which appeared at theStar.com)
It won't be long now until the finals are run, and the results are posted.
Two down
The semi-final results are now in. Priscilla won the first heat in a photo finish time of 12:60, and has therefore qualified for the final which is scheduled to take place at 21:15 local time in Berlin.
The field for the Final will include:
The field for the Final will include:
- Dawn Harper (USA) 12:48
- Brigitte Foster-Hylton (JAM) 12:54
- Perdita Felicien (CAN) 12:58
- Priscilla Lopes-Schleep (CAN) 12:60
- Delloreen Ennis-London (JAM) 12:64
- Sally McLean (AUS) 12:66
- Virginia Powell (USA) 12:73 and
- Dervall O'Rourke (IRL) 12:73
Racing in Germany
The results are in ... at least for the qualifying rounds. As of yesterday, Priscilla is qualified (with the fasted posted time: 12:56) for the finals of the 100m Hurdles taking place at the World Track and Field Competitions in Berlin, Germany.
News of her success from yesterday appeared on the web only minutes after it happened. She's one of Canada's brightly shining stars these days, and deserves all the acolades she receives.
Semi-finals for the Women's 100m Hurdles are scheduled to take place today at 18:45 local time in Germany (that's 12:45 this afternoon for those in Ontario). Coverage is not being broadcast on the CBC main channels, but is available on the CBC Sports website or courtesy of chanelsurfing.net (scroll down to the IAAF logo and then follow the link).
News of her success from yesterday appeared on the web only minutes after it happened. She's one of Canada's brightly shining stars these days, and deserves all the acolades she receives.
Semi-finals for the Women's 100m Hurdles are scheduled to take place today at 18:45 local time in Germany (that's 12:45 this afternoon for those in Ontario). Coverage is not being broadcast on the CBC main channels, but is available on the CBC Sports website or courtesy of chanelsurfing.net (scroll down to the IAAF logo and then follow the link).
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Teacher and student
Today I presided at a wedding ... nothing out of the ordinary: it's August, and we're in the Northern Hemisphere ... but this was a different kind of wedding. We followed the liturgy of the Church, but integrated some First Nations customs as well.
You see, the bride and groom today were both Ojibway, and they're both employees at the local Native Friendship Centre. As such, they value their heritage and are happy to share it with the rest of us.
DJ and Teresa asked that we include the singing of a special song (sung by the members of the hand-drumming troupe that performs on a regular basis with DJ) and a smudge of the newly-married couple, which was done by me. This is a very highly unusual occurance, and a very high honour which they have afforded me.
Up to the last minute, I was asking questions about the medicines that were present, and their significances, about which ones I should mix and which ones I should leave aside, about which direction I should move in as I circled the couple, and about how I should hold the smudging bowl as they each smudged themselves. They answered all my querries with infinite patience and were very patient with me.
For all this, and more, I say migwetch.
You see, the bride and groom today were both Ojibway, and they're both employees at the local Native Friendship Centre. As such, they value their heritage and are happy to share it with the rest of us.
DJ and Teresa asked that we include the singing of a special song (sung by the members of the hand-drumming troupe that performs on a regular basis with DJ) and a smudge of the newly-married couple, which was done by me. This is a very highly unusual occurance, and a very high honour which they have afforded me.
Up to the last minute, I was asking questions about the medicines that were present, and their significances, about which ones I should mix and which ones I should leave aside, about which direction I should move in as I circled the couple, and about how I should hold the smudging bowl as they each smudged themselves. They answered all my querries with infinite patience and were very patient with me.
For all this, and more, I say migwetch.
Plan to watch
According to the schedule of events happening at the IAAF World Track and Field Competitions in Berlin, Germany, the heats of the Women's 100m Hurdles are scheduled to take place on Tuesday evening, August 18 at 18:10 local time (thats 12:10 noon here in the EDT time zone).
Semi-final action in the Women's 100m Hurdles is scheduled to take place at 18:45 local time (12:45 noon EDT) on Wednesday, August 19, and the Finals are scheduled to be run at 21:15 that same evening.
Stay tuned for more updates ...
Semi-final action in the Women's 100m Hurdles is scheduled to take place at 18:45 local time (12:45 noon EDT) on Wednesday, August 19, and the Finals are scheduled to be run at 21:15 that same evening.
Stay tuned for more updates ...
News from Berlin
The 2009 World Track and Field Competiton begins today in Berlin, Germany, and Canada is there! The Canadian Broadcasting Corporation (CBC) is also there, and will be transmitting coverage of the games as follows:
CBC Main Network Broadcast Schedule
CBC Main Network Broadcast Schedule
- Sat. Aug. 15 @ 14:00-15:00 ET Live 2009 WORLD TRACK AND FIELD CHAMPIONSHIPS ON CBC: Berlin
- Sun. Aug. 16 @ 16:00-17:00 ET Live 2009 WORLD TRACK AND FIELD CHAMPIONSHIPS ON CBC: Berlin
- Sat. Aug. 22 @ 13:00-15:00 ET Live 2009 WORLD TRACK AND FIELD CHAMPIONSHIPS ON CBC: Berlin
- Sun. Aug. 23 @ 12:30-13:30 ET (Manitoba East only)/16:00-17:00 ET (Saskatchewan West Only) 2009 WORLD TRACK AND FIELD CHAMPIONSHIPS ON CBC: Berlin
- Sun. Aug. 23 @ 00:30-02:30 Local 2009 WORLD TRACK AND FIELD CHAMPIONSHIPS ON CBC: Berlin
And on the web at www.cbcsports.ca
- Sat. Aug 15 @ 03:55-08:30 ET Live 2009 WORLD TRACK AND FIELD CHAMPIONSHIPS ON CBC: Day One Session One
- Sat. Aug. 15 @ 11:35-15:55 ET Live 2009 WORLD TRACK AND FIELD CHAMPIONSHIPS ON CBC: Day One Session Two
- Sat. Aug. 15 @ 14:00-15:00 ET Live 2009 WORLD TRACK AND FIELD CHAMPIONSHIPS ON CBC: Berlin
- Sun. Aug. 16 @ 03:55-08:00 ET Live 2009 WORLD TRACK AND FIELD CHAMPIONSHIPS ON CBC: Day Two Session One
- Sun. Aug. 16 @ 11:55-16:00 ET Live 2009 WORLD TRACK AND FIELD CHAMPIONSHIPS ON CBC: Day Two Session Two
- Sun. Aug. 16 @ 16:00-17:00 ET Live 2009 WORLD TRACK AND FIELD CHAMPIONSHIPS ON CBC: Berlin
- Mon. Aug. 17 @ 11:45-16:00 ET Live 2009 WORLD TRACK AND FIELD CHAMPIONSHIPS ON CBC: Day Three
- Tues. Aug. 18 @ 03:55-06:30 ET Live 2009 WORLD TRACK AND FIELD CHAMPIONSHIPS ON CBC: Day Four Session One
- Tues. Aug. 18 @ 11:45-15:00 ET Live 2009 WORLD TRACK AND FIELD CHAMPIONSHIPS ON CBC: Day Four Session Two
- Wed. Aug. 19 @ 03:55-07:50 ET Live 2009 WORLD TRACK AND FIELD CHAMPIONSHIPS ON CBC: Day Five Session One
- Wed. Aug. 19 @ 11:55-16:00 ET Live 2009 WORLD TRACK AND FIELD CHAMPIONSHIPS ON CBC: Day Five Session Two
- Thurs. Aug. 20 @ 03:55-11:20 ET Live 2009 WORLD TRACK AND FIELD CHAMPIONSHIPS ON CBC: Day Six Session One
- Thurs. Aug. 20 @ 11:45-16:00 ET Live 2009 WORLD TRACK AND FIELD CHAMPIONSHIPS ON CBC: Day Six Session Two
- Fri. Aug. 21 @ 03:00-07:50 ET Live 2009 WORLD TRACK AND FIELD CHAMPIONSHIPS ON CBC: Men's 50KM Walk
- Fri. Aug. 21 @ 10:25-16:00 ET Live 2009 WORLD TRACK AND FIELD CHAMPIONSHIPS ON CBC: Day Seven
- Sat. Aug. 22 @ 05:35-08:55 ET Live 2009 WORLD TRACK AND FIELD CHAMPIONSHIPS ON CBC: Men's Marathon
- Sat. Aug. 22 @ 11:45-15:00 ET Live 2009 WORLD TRACK AND FIELD CHAMPIONSHIPS ON CBC: Day Eight
- Sat. Aug. 22 @ 13:00-15:00 ET Live 2009 WORLD TRACK AND FIELD CHAMPIONSHIPS ON CBC: Berlin
- Sun. Aug. 23 @ 05:05-09:00 ET Live 2009 WORLD TRACK AND FIELD CHAMPIONSHIPS ON CBC: Women's Marathon
- Sun. Aug. 23 @ 09:25-13:15 ET Live 2009 WORLD TRACK AND FIELD CHAMPIONSHIPS ON CBC: Day Nine
- Sun. Aug. 23 @ 12:30-13:30 ET 2009 WORLD TRACK AND FIELD CHAMPIONSHIPS ON CBC: Berlin
- Sun. Aug. 23 @ 16:00-17:00 ET 2009 WORLD TRACK AND FIELD CHAMPIONSHIPS ON CBC: Berlin
More info to come on this score ....
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Home at last
A couple of teachers I know embarked on a journey which took them to Nanjing, China. They are both retired teachers who have had a dream to teach overseas, so when they were finally liberated from certain responsibilities here at home, they started investigating the possibilities, and it wasn't long before they were on their way.
That was 30 months ago!
They have been home to Canada for short visits during this time, but the majority of the past two and a half years have been spent teaching in China and touring various parts of that country as well as various others in the Far East.
Tonight was my first opportunity to visit with them since their initial departure for China, so there was lots to talk about. In truth, I think that it will be awhile yet before all the experiences and adventures that are to be told find their way into words. Experiences such as these have a way of marking souls, changing people and opening other horizons.
I marveled as they recounted experiences of staying in youth hostels and travelling throughout China, meeting other Westerners from all parts of the world, and even a few orientals who surprised them with their command of the English or French languages. From the East Indian who spoke with a distinct British accent to the Chinese who spoke in perfect French, each of these was a new adventure, the stuff of stories which will be told for many years to come.
Welcome home ... even just for a little while, as you await your next adventure.
That was 30 months ago!
They have been home to Canada for short visits during this time, but the majority of the past two and a half years have been spent teaching in China and touring various parts of that country as well as various others in the Far East.
Tonight was my first opportunity to visit with them since their initial departure for China, so there was lots to talk about. In truth, I think that it will be awhile yet before all the experiences and adventures that are to be told find their way into words. Experiences such as these have a way of marking souls, changing people and opening other horizons.
I marveled as they recounted experiences of staying in youth hostels and travelling throughout China, meeting other Westerners from all parts of the world, and even a few orientals who surprised them with their command of the English or French languages. From the East Indian who spoke with a distinct British accent to the Chinese who spoke in perfect French, each of these was a new adventure, the stuff of stories which will be told for many years to come.
Welcome home ... even just for a little while, as you await your next adventure.
Anniversary surprise
'Come to a special dinner party'.
The invitation was simple, but the response was immediate. Some friends will be celebrating their 40th wedding anniversary this weekend, and as a special surprise, their children organized a gathering at one of the local restaurants so that some of their friends would be able to surprise them.
Keeping the surprise a secret was the major challenge though, because these two are a curious lot indeed. According to the guests of honour, the cat got out of the bag only an hour before the scheduled arrival at the party, and only because they saw a number of the neighbours (who normally don't go walking in the early evening hours) leaving their houses and making their way on foot to the nearby restaurant.
Perhaps one of the greatest surprises happened when the happy couple arrived, only to find that he and I were wearing the exact same shirt (what are the chances). Of course there were a series of comments and jokes bantered around on that score, but all was done in good humor and stride, and in the end we all left for our respective abodes, happy to have had the opportunity to fete this happy couple in a small but meaningful way.
The invitation was simple, but the response was immediate. Some friends will be celebrating their 40th wedding anniversary this weekend, and as a special surprise, their children organized a gathering at one of the local restaurants so that some of their friends would be able to surprise them.
Keeping the surprise a secret was the major challenge though, because these two are a curious lot indeed. According to the guests of honour, the cat got out of the bag only an hour before the scheduled arrival at the party, and only because they saw a number of the neighbours (who normally don't go walking in the early evening hours) leaving their houses and making their way on foot to the nearby restaurant.
Perhaps one of the greatest surprises happened when the happy couple arrived, only to find that he and I were wearing the exact same shirt (what are the chances). Of course there were a series of comments and jokes bantered around on that score, but all was done in good humor and stride, and in the end we all left for our respective abodes, happy to have had the opportunity to fete this happy couple in a small but meaningful way.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Summer is
Have you ever had one of those days where there are a whole lot of different things going on, little things and not so little things, some of which have minimal consequences, and some of which have the potential for unknown and possibly deeply moving outcomes?
These days usually start out just like any other. Perhaps we are in the midst of the morning routines, but once the visit to the gym and the habitual morning ablutions are complete, the rest of the day can take place.
Some of us are on the job, even though there may be little or no demand for our presence in an official capacity right at the present moment. In truth, this is a welcome respite that allows us to catch up on any number of less important tasks (you know, the ones that usually get put on the back burner at other times, and sometimes wait a seeming eternity before they get attended to).
Of course, before we know it, the seasons will change again, so there are certain plans that have to be put into place, and certain details that must be attended to so that when the rush that characterises life at more hectic moments arrives, as it always does, we are better equipped (hopefully) to face the music.
Then there's always the possiblity of planning a get-away or two, either for 'official business' or for 'vacation' or just because ... and then there's always the adventure which is unfolding in a favorite novel or a current book, movie or other form of entertainment.
Summer is all this ... and more.
These days usually start out just like any other. Perhaps we are in the midst of the morning routines, but once the visit to the gym and the habitual morning ablutions are complete, the rest of the day can take place.
Some of us are on the job, even though there may be little or no demand for our presence in an official capacity right at the present moment. In truth, this is a welcome respite that allows us to catch up on any number of less important tasks (you know, the ones that usually get put on the back burner at other times, and sometimes wait a seeming eternity before they get attended to).
Of course, before we know it, the seasons will change again, so there are certain plans that have to be put into place, and certain details that must be attended to so that when the rush that characterises life at more hectic moments arrives, as it always does, we are better equipped (hopefully) to face the music.
Then there's always the possiblity of planning a get-away or two, either for 'official business' or for 'vacation' or just because ... and then there's always the adventure which is unfolding in a favorite novel or a current book, movie or other form of entertainment.
Summer is all this ... and more.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
In the strangest places
Adventures can take place at the oddest times, and in the most unexpected places.
I saw evidence of this today as I introduced two visitors to the world of COSTCO Wholesale. Prior to today, neither of them had ever set foot inside the store, and I'm not even sure whether they had seen the outside of many either, since they don't live anywhere near any of them.
The object of our visit was to pick up the prints of pictures taken during yesterday's luncheon, but as too often happens, one enters the emporium and comes out with much more than was originally intended. In this case, I took the ever-present list of 'things needed' off the fridge, and took it with me. By the time I had checked off all the items listed (and of course added a few extra for good luck), the cart was full.
Perhaps more interesting to watch though was the way that my visitors reacted to so much merchandise in one place. Admittedly, it can be a bit intimidating to walk through those doors the first time, and shoppers do have to be wary of prices if they truly want to find the bargains, but for the curious-of-heart this was a veritable mecca. Their sense of wonder brought to life the words of today's gospel passage, and gave me a little glimpse of what it must be like to have the heart of a child.
What a wonderful gift ... and believe it or not, they came out with just ONE item!
I saw evidence of this today as I introduced two visitors to the world of COSTCO Wholesale. Prior to today, neither of them had ever set foot inside the store, and I'm not even sure whether they had seen the outside of many either, since they don't live anywhere near any of them.
The object of our visit was to pick up the prints of pictures taken during yesterday's luncheon, but as too often happens, one enters the emporium and comes out with much more than was originally intended. In this case, I took the ever-present list of 'things needed' off the fridge, and took it with me. By the time I had checked off all the items listed (and of course added a few extra for good luck), the cart was full.
Perhaps more interesting to watch though was the way that my visitors reacted to so much merchandise in one place. Admittedly, it can be a bit intimidating to walk through those doors the first time, and shoppers do have to be wary of prices if they truly want to find the bargains, but for the curious-of-heart this was a veritable mecca. Their sense of wonder brought to life the words of today's gospel passage, and gave me a little glimpse of what it must be like to have the heart of a child.
What a wonderful gift ... and believe it or not, they came out with just ONE item!
Lunch with the kids
We had a very special luncheon today.
Nana had come to check in with the oncologist about the results of her most recent tests. She had her last treatments in February of this year, and this was the major checkup to see how things are progressing. Because it was such a major milestone, and because her son, his wife and her two grandchildren were also available, they all came to be with her as she received the news.
Once the verdict had been rendered, the whole family made their way here for lunch. We gathered them all in the basement, where there is room for us all to lounge and to enjoy a wonderful lunch. The place was jumping with the energy of a six-year-old and her three-year-old brother, especially when we put a plate of cheese and grapes in front of them.
The soup and sandwiches which followed were added treats but the pièce de résistance had to be the oreo cookies and chocolate-dipped strawberries that the kids got as special deserts, in addition to the cake that we had prepared to celebrate nana's birthday ... and of course the good news she had received earlier in the day.
Nana had come to check in with the oncologist about the results of her most recent tests. She had her last treatments in February of this year, and this was the major checkup to see how things are progressing. Because it was such a major milestone, and because her son, his wife and her two grandchildren were also available, they all came to be with her as she received the news.
- The Northeastern Ontario Regional Cancer Centre is part of the Sudbury Regional Hospital
Once the verdict had been rendered, the whole family made their way here for lunch. We gathered them all in the basement, where there is room for us all to lounge and to enjoy a wonderful lunch. The place was jumping with the energy of a six-year-old and her three-year-old brother, especially when we put a plate of cheese and grapes in front of them.
The soup and sandwiches which followed were added treats but the pièce de résistance had to be the oreo cookies and chocolate-dipped strawberries that the kids got as special deserts, in addition to the cake that we had prepared to celebrate nana's birthday ... and of course the good news she had received earlier in the day.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Remembering the past
We went for a walk today, despite the humidity that made the ambient temperature feel as though it was 10 degrees hotter than the thermometer dictated.
This was a journey of discovery for both of us. She had not been down this path for many years. In fact, some parts of the path were only bush when she last remembered coming this way. She recounted adventures lived as a very young child, coming to this place, and sitting on the rocks to stare across the gently lapping waves toward one of the distant isles, and she told stories of her brother who himself confesses to not having any memory of their time in this part of the world.
As our pedestrian journey continued, she told me of the day when her brother stood atop one of the survey markers that now stands in the midst of a beautifullly manicured park, dressed in his Sunday best on the day he received his first communion, so that she could take his picture. I think she still can find that print, so many years ago, and intends to do so when he comes to visit in a few weeks' time.
She took me to the spot where the family home once stood, and described in some detail the structure of the wooden shelter in which their family had lived. What stories were told within those walls! What adventures unfolded, and what thoughts must have run through the minds of those old enough to know the difference! The house is long gone now, and there is no evidence that it ever was. Where once there were wooden walls and floor boards, there is now only the rock on which they were built, surrounded by grass and asphalt. A garden still stands to the west, but where there once was a fish pond, there is nothing but a grassy field.
How her mother loved to walk around that pond, and in the surrounding fields! How the children loved to roll down the gentle embankments, which in the mind of children were veritable mountains!
There are still lots of people in that spot, but very few of the ones who tread these grounds today would have any recollection of the life that came before. If only the ground could tell its tale ... I wonder if any would listen.
This was a journey of discovery for both of us. She had not been down this path for many years. In fact, some parts of the path were only bush when she last remembered coming this way. She recounted adventures lived as a very young child, coming to this place, and sitting on the rocks to stare across the gently lapping waves toward one of the distant isles, and she told stories of her brother who himself confesses to not having any memory of their time in this part of the world.
As our pedestrian journey continued, she told me of the day when her brother stood atop one of the survey markers that now stands in the midst of a beautifullly manicured park, dressed in his Sunday best on the day he received his first communion, so that she could take his picture. I think she still can find that print, so many years ago, and intends to do so when he comes to visit in a few weeks' time.
She took me to the spot where the family home once stood, and described in some detail the structure of the wooden shelter in which their family had lived. What stories were told within those walls! What adventures unfolded, and what thoughts must have run through the minds of those old enough to know the difference! The house is long gone now, and there is no evidence that it ever was. Where once there were wooden walls and floor boards, there is now only the rock on which they were built, surrounded by grass and asphalt. A garden still stands to the west, but where there once was a fish pond, there is nothing but a grassy field.
How her mother loved to walk around that pond, and in the surrounding fields! How the children loved to roll down the gentle embankments, which in the mind of children were veritable mountains!
There are still lots of people in that spot, but very few of the ones who tread these grounds today would have any recollection of the life that came before. If only the ground could tell its tale ... I wonder if any would listen.
You never know
I received a call last night to visit with a patient at the Vale INCO Hospice. This, in itself was not unusual since I was on call and therefore could expect to be summoned at any time if I'm needed. The patient in question 'was doing OK, but the family has requested that the Sacraments be celebrated' so the call was made.
This person is used to getting this kind of call, and to visiting with patients at all times of day and night. Usually by the time the call is made though, the patient is either incommunicative or awaiting major surgery and therefore more than just a little bit nervous.
I was not surprised to find a crowd of people waiting for me when I arrived at the hospice - family members gather at times like this. I wasn't even surprised by the fact that the patient in question was happy to see me, and carried on a brief conversation with me prior to the celebration of the Sacrament.
The surprising part came as we concluded the prayers and blessings. There was a moment of absolute silence and stillness, when all that could be heard were the sobs of some. The air was pregnant with the uncertainty of whether the patient in question had made her final journey or would do so soon after the final blessing had been imposed. After an extended period of quiet, she placidly opened her eyes and asked 'Are we done now?'
Amidst the regailing of laughter, I quietly bid my farewells and left the family to continue their vigil. As I did, I couldn't help wondering who this person was and is: in the eyes of her family members she appears to be quite a formidable force, probably the glue that has held them together for quite some time. In the eyes of God, she is certainly among the beloved, as we all are.
This person is used to getting this kind of call, and to visiting with patients at all times of day and night. Usually by the time the call is made though, the patient is either incommunicative or awaiting major surgery and therefore more than just a little bit nervous.
I was not surprised to find a crowd of people waiting for me when I arrived at the hospice - family members gather at times like this. I wasn't even surprised by the fact that the patient in question was happy to see me, and carried on a brief conversation with me prior to the celebration of the Sacrament.
The surprising part came as we concluded the prayers and blessings. There was a moment of absolute silence and stillness, when all that could be heard were the sobs of some. The air was pregnant with the uncertainty of whether the patient in question had made her final journey or would do so soon after the final blessing had been imposed. After an extended period of quiet, she placidly opened her eyes and asked 'Are we done now?'
Amidst the regailing of laughter, I quietly bid my farewells and left the family to continue their vigil. As I did, I couldn't help wondering who this person was and is: in the eyes of her family members she appears to be quite a formidable force, probably the glue that has held them together for quite some time. In the eyes of God, she is certainly among the beloved, as we all are.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
New and old
'Do all weddings happen on Saturdays?'
Such a question seems a bit strange to one who sees so many nuptials this time of year. In the parlance of some collegues, we have a 'bride' today (or not) signifies whether we are witnessing a wedding on a particular day.
It's true that most weddings take place on Saturdays, but whereas this was customarily the only day set aside for such celebrations, at least in days of yore, such is not necessarily the case today. In some regions, the custom was at least taking shape in recent years for Friday evening nuptials, the thought being that couples wouldn't have to spend as much money offering finger foods after a candle-lit ceremony as they might having to prepare for an entire evening meal.
Whether by accident or by design, it seems that weddings do indeed take place, for the most part, on Saturday afternoons around here. There are a few exceptions but those are relatively rare ...
... like the phone call I received today from the hospital, inquiring about the possibility that a patient and his intended might be able to celebrate their wedding this weekend. Oh, that's quite another question: one that will take a bit of explaining (and just a bit of research among the rules and regulations, to do. Suffice it to say that nothing is impossible, but some things are indeed rarer than others.
Such a question seems a bit strange to one who sees so many nuptials this time of year. In the parlance of some collegues, we have a 'bride' today (or not) signifies whether we are witnessing a wedding on a particular day.
It's true that most weddings take place on Saturdays, but whereas this was customarily the only day set aside for such celebrations, at least in days of yore, such is not necessarily the case today. In some regions, the custom was at least taking shape in recent years for Friday evening nuptials, the thought being that couples wouldn't have to spend as much money offering finger foods after a candle-lit ceremony as they might having to prepare for an entire evening meal.
Whether by accident or by design, it seems that weddings do indeed take place, for the most part, on Saturday afternoons around here. There are a few exceptions but those are relatively rare ...
... like the phone call I received today from the hospital, inquiring about the possibility that a patient and his intended might be able to celebrate their wedding this weekend. Oh, that's quite another question: one that will take a bit of explaining (and just a bit of research among the rules and regulations, to do. Suffice it to say that nothing is impossible, but some things are indeed rarer than others.
Time to appreciate
During the summer months, many people take time to travel. If anyone has children who are of school age, this is one of the only times in the year when they and their families can actually take enough time to travel, or to spend time at the cottage, or in general to take some time off.
The slower pace of life that characterizes this time of year is also perfect for those who don't take vacation time, but who prefer to get caught up on some of the 'things' that tend to get put on the back burner until a less hectic moment in life should present itself.
Whether travelling in Canada, abroad, or even spending time enjoying the local sights, take some time to enjoy family and friends, to visit with someone who you haven't seen for a while, or to open doors to possibilities of meeting and getting to know someone new.
The slower pace of life that characterizes this time of year is also perfect for those who don't take vacation time, but who prefer to get caught up on some of the 'things' that tend to get put on the back burner until a less hectic moment in life should present itself.
Whether travelling in Canada, abroad, or even spending time enjoying the local sights, take some time to enjoy family and friends, to visit with someone who you haven't seen for a while, or to open doors to possibilities of meeting and getting to know someone new.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Let the sunshine in
No matter what they do, the gurus at Environment Canada can't seem to find the right mixture of elements to string together more than just a few hours of sunshine at a time this summer. With shades of last year's experience of the rainy season that never did seem to find the corresponding sun and warmth, this year has been shaping up to be much the same.
With the exception of British Columbia which is currently stifling from the heat and consequent fires, the rest of Canada seems to be in the midst of a season that is lost somewhere between late Spring and early Fall, with barely a hint at the sun and warmth that we've grown to expect during the months of June, July and August.
Even if the sun does manage to peek through the ever pervasive clouds, it doesn't last long, and we've been starving for the customary dosages of Vitamin E ... until yesterday.
Welcome to what some are calling 'day two of summer'. Today is one of those very rare days when the sun is at least shining, and the skies are not grey ... they're actually blue. Result: get outside, catch some rays (even though the temperature isn't all that warm), and do it fast before the rain comes again.
With the exception of British Columbia which is currently stifling from the heat and consequent fires, the rest of Canada seems to be in the midst of a season that is lost somewhere between late Spring and early Fall, with barely a hint at the sun and warmth that we've grown to expect during the months of June, July and August.
Even if the sun does manage to peek through the ever pervasive clouds, it doesn't last long, and we've been starving for the customary dosages of Vitamin E ... until yesterday.
Welcome to what some are calling 'day two of summer'. Today is one of those very rare days when the sun is at least shining, and the skies are not grey ... they're actually blue. Result: get outside, catch some rays (even though the temperature isn't all that warm), and do it fast before the rain comes again.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Stop the presses
Another book arrived on my desk this week, and it's a must read.
The title is The Soloist, and it's about dreams that have been lost, friendships that are kindled, and the redemptive power of music.
The catch is that it's been borrowed from the local library and is due back by the end of next week, so everything else on the reading pile has to be put on hold for the moment, until this quick-paced read is complete. Thankfully I love music, and this story promises to be yet another addition to my already existing summer reading extravaganza.
The title is The Soloist, and it's about dreams that have been lost, friendships that are kindled, and the redemptive power of music.
The catch is that it's been borrowed from the local library and is due back by the end of next week, so everything else on the reading pile has to be put on hold for the moment, until this quick-paced read is complete. Thankfully I love music, and this story promises to be yet another addition to my already existing summer reading extravaganza.
See the race
Finally, the DN Galan 100m Hurdles race has been posted for all to see.
Last week, Priscilla won this race, ahead of the favored pack, and now it's time for all of us on the other side of the pond to see how she did it.
This is her last competiton before the World Championships, scheduled to take place in Berlin, Germany from August 13 to 23, 2009.
Last week, Priscilla won this race, ahead of the favored pack, and now it's time for all of us on the other side of the pond to see how she did it.
This is her last competiton before the World Championships, scheduled to take place in Berlin, Germany from August 13 to 23, 2009.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Out on the town
It's amazing what a walk around town ... and a few other places will do.
For some, walking is a privilege that can only be dreamed of, or remembered. For others, walking is taken totally for granted. Then, there are the different ways of relating to 'going for a walk'. Walking can be a chore for some, but if such persons can overcome the thought that going for a walk is about work, and begin to appreciate that this simple form of exercise can actually enrich our sense of perception, a whole new world can be opened.
Walk down the street and pay attention to others who are standing on the corner. Have you ever wondered what stories could be told by some of the most unlikely characters? Which of these is truly down on his or her luck? Which ones might be trying to pull the wool over someone's eyes?
What of the people sitting in the road-side cafes, enjoying a meal or a casual drink? What stories are recounted among friends and aquaintences? How many of these may be visiting after long periods of absence? Are all these conversations easy ... or are there some difficult moments being lived as well?
Keep on walking and find others who are out walking their dogs. How often are animals saving graces for us humans, either because they 'force' some to get out and exercise, or because they balance our lives with their unconditional acceptance and love, asking nothing in return except for a few moments of attention and the odd dish of food?
Pass by the local watering hole and see the young families who have come to the lake to cool off from the heat of the day. How many of the people sitting on the park benches sit here every day telling and retelling the stories of life? What experiences have they lived, and what wisdom could they share if they were given the chance? Would they challenge us or encourage us to look at life through different lenses? Would they help us to celebrate joyfully the blessings we have received?
Go for a walk. Be conscious of the life around you. Dare to allow the things you see to change your perception of life. You never know how such a simple exercise as taking a walk might help to freshen your appreciation for the things and the people around you.
For some, walking is a privilege that can only be dreamed of, or remembered. For others, walking is taken totally for granted. Then, there are the different ways of relating to 'going for a walk'. Walking can be a chore for some, but if such persons can overcome the thought that going for a walk is about work, and begin to appreciate that this simple form of exercise can actually enrich our sense of perception, a whole new world can be opened.
Walk down the street and pay attention to others who are standing on the corner. Have you ever wondered what stories could be told by some of the most unlikely characters? Which of these is truly down on his or her luck? Which ones might be trying to pull the wool over someone's eyes?
What of the people sitting in the road-side cafes, enjoying a meal or a casual drink? What stories are recounted among friends and aquaintences? How many of these may be visiting after long periods of absence? Are all these conversations easy ... or are there some difficult moments being lived as well?
Keep on walking and find others who are out walking their dogs. How often are animals saving graces for us humans, either because they 'force' some to get out and exercise, or because they balance our lives with their unconditional acceptance and love, asking nothing in return except for a few moments of attention and the odd dish of food?
Pass by the local watering hole and see the young families who have come to the lake to cool off from the heat of the day. How many of the people sitting on the park benches sit here every day telling and retelling the stories of life? What experiences have they lived, and what wisdom could they share if they were given the chance? Would they challenge us or encourage us to look at life through different lenses? Would they help us to celebrate joyfully the blessings we have received?
Go for a walk. Be conscious of the life around you. Dare to allow the things you see to change your perception of life. You never know how such a simple exercise as taking a walk might help to freshen your appreciation for the things and the people around you.
Forty years and counting
It's been forty-three years already since they first started performing in public and still Randy Bachman and Burton Cummings are filling stadia with music and entertaining thousands of fans.
The two musicians who were best known as parts of the Guess Who and BTO, where they began their musical careers were here last night to sing for local fans. The concert lasted almost two hours and was filled with music old and new, some of which are best known as the pieces that won fame and fortune for the Canadian musicians, and others which are hot off the press.
A nostalgic trip for some, and perhaps an eye opener for others, this was a wonderful opportunity to see that even despite the ravages of time, these guys and the members of their support band continue to attract crowds, and have the energy to continue sharing their gift of music with strangers and friends.
The music had barely died away before the equipment was packed up and the tour moved on ... next stop ... Kitchener, ON ... and on from there.
The two musicians who were best known as parts of the Guess Who and BTO, where they began their musical careers were here last night to sing for local fans. The concert lasted almost two hours and was filled with music old and new, some of which are best known as the pieces that won fame and fortune for the Canadian musicians, and others which are hot off the press.
A nostalgic trip for some, and perhaps an eye opener for others, this was a wonderful opportunity to see that even despite the ravages of time, these guys and the members of their support band continue to attract crowds, and have the energy to continue sharing their gift of music with strangers and friends.
The music had barely died away before the equipment was packed up and the tour moved on ... next stop ... Kitchener, ON ... and on from there.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Hello
Today, I had a wonderful opportunity to chat with my godchild on the phone, even just for a few moments. She's away at the cottage with her family, so we had to content ourselves with Alexander Graham Bell's invention to help us catch up with each other.
Conversations at that age are simple, but filled with enthusiasm nonethelesss. Time spent in the sun, at the lake, and even discovering the joy of crafts can keep a child occupied for hours. Today she described for me the intricacies of creating a stained glass window using plastic forms and special paint that had to dry before you could hang the finished product in the window.
Oh, and she remembered to tell me about her brother's sticker book, a gift for his birthday, that she was playing with. I wonder if he ever found out that she was helping herself to this treasure ... and I wonder what the outcome of that discovery brought with it.
Conversations at that age are simple, but filled with enthusiasm nonethelesss. Time spent in the sun, at the lake, and even discovering the joy of crafts can keep a child occupied for hours. Today she described for me the intricacies of creating a stained glass window using plastic forms and special paint that had to dry before you could hang the finished product in the window.
Oh, and she remembered to tell me about her brother's sticker book, a gift for his birthday, that she was playing with. I wonder if he ever found out that she was helping herself to this treasure ... and I wonder what the outcome of that discovery brought with it.
Sensei
A number of years ago, I was invited to sit in on an art class. Now, the thought of doing any type of drawing was (and is still) a bit funny to me since I was always convinced that the best renderings I could ever produce would do well in a stick-man cartoon, but with a bit of effort and lots of concentration, some pretty impressive stuff happened. Of course, the teacher stood behind me and guided my pencil(s), and would be sure to stop me if she thought that I was making major or irreprable errors.
Some years have now passed since I've done any drawing, and although I do wish to return to it, I'm not sure when that will happen. In the meanwhile, hope springs eternal.
In a strange twist of fate, I found myself today with the tables turned. Instead of me sitting at the table and my sensei standing over my shoulder, she was the one sitting at a computer and I was the one coaching her in the finer points of internet surfing. The sense of accomplishment that was evident when she succeeded in making the computer do even the smallest of tasks she intended to accomplish was heartwarming for her and for me.
I couldn't help thinking that she too felt the same way (and still feels that way) when a student discovers the wonders of art, colour and drawing.
Some years have now passed since I've done any drawing, and although I do wish to return to it, I'm not sure when that will happen. In the meanwhile, hope springs eternal.
In a strange twist of fate, I found myself today with the tables turned. Instead of me sitting at the table and my sensei standing over my shoulder, she was the one sitting at a computer and I was the one coaching her in the finer points of internet surfing. The sense of accomplishment that was evident when she succeeded in making the computer do even the smallest of tasks she intended to accomplish was heartwarming for her and for me.
I couldn't help thinking that she too felt the same way (and still feels that way) when a student discovers the wonders of art, colour and drawing.
Monday, August 3, 2009
A new chapter
Today is a momentous day in the lives of some of my friends.
One of them, who has been in the Canadian Military for quite some time, is on his way to a brand new assignemnt at CFB Goose Bay. His former assignment has already come to an end, and within the next couple of days, he'll be travelling (by automobile) from Northern Ontario to his new abode in Labrador.
As part of this voyage, he stopped in this weekend to spend a few days with his parents, and I happened to have the opportunity to join them for a few hours of family time. Around the supper table, stories were told of the lessons learned in his life up to this point; about his anticipation of new adventures that will unfold in the next couple of days, weeks, months and years; and the love and support of family and friends that have accompanied him all along.
Now as this new chapter in the adventure is unfolding, there is still a certain level of anxiety (I would expect nothing less), but there is certainly a sense of something new, something wonderful that will be welcomed and that will continue to mould him into the person he is yet to become.
Moments such as these are important and often pivotal times in our lives. Those who are lucky, wise and prudent enough to acknowledge them, to learn from them and to benefit from them are indeed among the most fortunate.
One of them, who has been in the Canadian Military for quite some time, is on his way to a brand new assignemnt at CFB Goose Bay. His former assignment has already come to an end, and within the next couple of days, he'll be travelling (by automobile) from Northern Ontario to his new abode in Labrador.
As part of this voyage, he stopped in this weekend to spend a few days with his parents, and I happened to have the opportunity to join them for a few hours of family time. Around the supper table, stories were told of the lessons learned in his life up to this point; about his anticipation of new adventures that will unfold in the next couple of days, weeks, months and years; and the love and support of family and friends that have accompanied him all along.
Now as this new chapter in the adventure is unfolding, there is still a certain level of anxiety (I would expect nothing less), but there is certainly a sense of something new, something wonderful that will be welcomed and that will continue to mould him into the person he is yet to become.
Moments such as these are important and often pivotal times in our lives. Those who are lucky, wise and prudent enough to acknowledge them, to learn from them and to benefit from them are indeed among the most fortunate.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Stuffing and folding
I think I was rather young when I first was introduced to the intricacies of Chinese dumplings, and not only eating them, but making them (at least some of them). There are an almost infinite variety of dumplings that are part of a venerable tradition of Chinese cuisine. The fillings can vary from meats to seafood to vegetables and on from there, so every time they are made (and consumed) it's like a whole new adventure.
A few days ago, I mixed up two fillings, one for won tons and the other for pot stickers (which some traditions call gyoza). True, the exact measurements of ingredients and even the variety of ingredients can change, but there's something about the recipes we learn as children, or pick up along the way from other loving and caring sources that stick with us, and often speak to us of comfort and reassurance from time to time.
Folding dumplings can be a time consuming affair, but I find the repetition to be very theraputic and the routine allows for some valuable thinking and praying time.
Before I knew it, almost three hours had gone by. Where once there were tubs of filling and piles of wrappers, the dumplings all stood like soldiers on cookie sheets, ready to be plunged into the freezer ... but not before I subjected just a few tasters to the frying pan.
Ah, the perfect appetizer, an introduction to yet another adventure.
A few days ago, I mixed up two fillings, one for won tons and the other for pot stickers (which some traditions call gyoza). True, the exact measurements of ingredients and even the variety of ingredients can change, but there's something about the recipes we learn as children, or pick up along the way from other loving and caring sources that stick with us, and often speak to us of comfort and reassurance from time to time.
Folding dumplings can be a time consuming affair, but I find the repetition to be very theraputic and the routine allows for some valuable thinking and praying time.
Before I knew it, almost three hours had gone by. Where once there were tubs of filling and piles of wrappers, the dumplings all stood like soldiers on cookie sheets, ready to be plunged into the freezer ... but not before I subjected just a few tasters to the frying pan.
Ah, the perfect appetizer, an introduction to yet another adventure.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
More summer reading
When I listed the books on my summer reading list ... just a few posts ago, I neglected to mention that there are just a few more waiting in the wings too:
- While browsing in the neighbourhood book store the other day, I discovered Jung Chang's work entitled Mao: the Unknown Story. Of course I had to pick it up, and look forward to delving into its pages where I hope to discover something new about one of the most famous (or infamous) leaders in China's history;
- This was coincidentally accompanied by a coffee table book, part of the Insight Illustrated series entitled China: Explore the World in Pictures;
- Oh, and I also found a copy of Dr. Jill Bolte's work entitled My Stroke of Insight.
The collection on my to-read pile is admittedly a bit ecclectic but then again, I suppose so are my interests. Now back to the reading ....
Discovery
Have you ever wondered about the sense of wonder in a child?
Earlier this week, I had a chance to sit and watch as a very young child 'discovered' his very first birthday cake. Once the rituals of blowing out the candle and having the customary pictures taken were all complete, my little friend was allowed to taste the cake that had tempted him for the better part of the day.
On the outside, it was a work of art (created by mommy with lots of love) that looked very much like a dinosaur either ready to pounce in a manner somewhat reminiscent of the Dino welcoming Fred Flitstone back home after a long day's work. On the inside, there was the most exquisite chocolate cake, and from the look of things, baby's hands were making short work of mommy's artwork.
The texture of the cake was far more interesting than its taste, although the adults in the room made sure that he got just a bit of a taste so that he could say for all eternity that he had fulfilled that custom as well, even with his very first birthday cake.
Fighting the urge to sleep, he plowed onward, effectively demolishing the cake and leaving in his wake a pile that was somewhat reminiscent of a load of loam freshly delivered and awaiting the gardner's tools.
Some people are extremely blessed to retain this highly sensitive childlike curiosity throughout the better part of their lives. I sometimes think that these are indeed the most blessed.
Earlier this week, I had a chance to sit and watch as a very young child 'discovered' his very first birthday cake. Once the rituals of blowing out the candle and having the customary pictures taken were all complete, my little friend was allowed to taste the cake that had tempted him for the better part of the day.
On the outside, it was a work of art (created by mommy with lots of love) that looked very much like a dinosaur either ready to pounce in a manner somewhat reminiscent of the Dino welcoming Fred Flitstone back home after a long day's work. On the inside, there was the most exquisite chocolate cake, and from the look of things, baby's hands were making short work of mommy's artwork.
The texture of the cake was far more interesting than its taste, although the adults in the room made sure that he got just a bit of a taste so that he could say for all eternity that he had fulfilled that custom as well, even with his very first birthday cake.
Fighting the urge to sleep, he plowed onward, effectively demolishing the cake and leaving in his wake a pile that was somewhat reminiscent of a load of loam freshly delivered and awaiting the gardner's tools.
Some people are extremely blessed to retain this highly sensitive childlike curiosity throughout the better part of their lives. I sometimes think that these are indeed the most blessed.
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